Lynn did not stop. He was studying this divine spark.
The plague rules were more complete than the rules contained within those seven divine sparks.
They were not fragments, but complete rules.
After spending thousands of years refining this divine spark until it had fused with His soul, stripping away the rules would shatter the divine spark and kill Him as well.
But if he did not strip them away, leaving this thing with the Plague God would be a waste.
The Plague God seemed to sense the threat of death and desperately begged for mercy, but Lynn did not stop in the slightest.
His spiritual power had already entwined itself around that divine spark.
The gray-green crystal was the size of a fist, its surface covered in countless tiny patterns.
Those patterns were the Plague God's soul imprints. Every one represented thousands of years of His refinement.
Lynn's spiritual power transformed into countless fine needles, piercing into those patterns and picking them apart one by one.
The Plague God screamed.
The sound was shrill and piercing, like fingernails scraping across a blackboard, making everyone's scalp go numb...
His body began to convulse, His limbs flailing wildly, but Lynn's spiritual power pinned Him in place, leaving Him unable to move.
His skin began to crack, gray-green light seeping out through the fissures.
The pustules covering His body burst, spraying pus everywhere, but it evaporated into mist before it could hit the ground.
"Don't... spare me..." The Plague God's voice grew weaker and weaker.
Lynn grasped the divine spark and pulled outward.
The Plague God's body suddenly arched like a chicken being strangled by the neck.
The divine spark emerged from His chest, first a sharp corner, then its entire upper half.
Gray-green light illuminated the entire Godrealm, and the organs